Call of the Alpha - Part 1(18)

“I think so. It’s coming to me like the fear of the hospital. It seems natural…like it’s supposed to happen.”

“Good,” she said. “Because everything I want to do right now is a very unnatural response from the sort of woman I have always been.”

“Like what?” he asked.

She smiled shyly at him. “The things I want to do to you. Last night, it was obvious that you made every effort to please me. Your own satisfaction seemed to come second.”

“That came naturally, too,” he said. Now his hands found her breasts and he caressed them through her shirt.

She smiled at him again and playfully swatted his hands. “Well, now,” she said, keeping her eyes locked with his as she slowly went to her knees in front of him, “I’ll see to it that you are pleased.”

“Trust me,” he said. “I was beyond pleased last n—”

She interrupted him by placing her mouth against the crotch of his sweatpants and kissing him there. The moment she felt him right there in front of her, already hard in anticipation, she couldn’t bear any more teasing. She reached up to the waist of his sweatpants and gave them a violent tug. He lifted himself slightly from the seat to help her and in the split second it took him to settle back into the seat, she had taken his length into her hands. She ran her thumb up his long shaft, watching him as he looked down at her.

“You don’t have to,” he said. But his eyes told her that he wanted it.


She lowered her mouth slightly and ran her tongue all the way up his length, curling playfully around the tip of him. She then looked up to him with hunger in her eyes and slowly, agonizingly, put his cock into her mouth. She raised herself up on her knees slightly for a better position and lowered herself, taking as much of him in as she could. What she could not get into her mouth, she grasped with her hand.

This was something she had not done in a while, but it didn’t take her long to work up a rhythm. Her mouth and hand worked together, sliding easily up and down the root of him. She would stop on occasion to look up to him, still stroking at him or teasing him with her tongue. His face was frozen in pleasure, moans leaving his mouth even as his eyes nearly rolled back in his head.

When she picked up her speed and became more confident, now able to almost get his entire length into her mouth, she heard him gasp and felt his entire body go rigid. This only urged her on and she went to work with a zeal that was part ferocity and part gentleness. He reached down and gently caressed the side of her head, trying to pull her away.

“Close,” he said. “You might want to back away…close…”

But she didn’t back away. His words only added fuel to her fire. She brought her mouth to the top of him and worked at the rest of his length with her hands. She trapped his hardness between both of her hands and she could feel his orgasm trembling through him. Moments later she also tasted it in her mouth. While she typically tried to avoid this part of the act, she relished it with Frost. Even as she felt her gag reflexes trying to work, she shut them down and kept working at him. He was writhing in the chair now and she did not stop until he was done.

She looked up at him, her hands still playing with him even after he was done.

“Things like that,” she said, answering his question from several minutes ago.

“I see,” he said through heavy breaths.

“But I have to confess something,” she said.

“What’s that?”

“I really wanted that to be only about you. But now I can’t stand it. I want you. Now.”

“I may need a few moments,” he said with a smile.

“Oh,” she said, playfully sad. She then stroked him, finding him still semi-erect, and said, “Does this not heal like the rest of you?”

Frost chuckled and pulled her to him, pulling her shirt quickly over her head. He cupped her breasts and pulled her onto his lap. “Let’s find out,” he said, putting his mouth to her left breast and flicking his tongue along her nipple.

He kissed her so fiercely along every inch of her chest that she thought he might be leaving bruises. But she didn’t care. It felt beyond good all the same. And as he had his fun, cupping her ass and kissing at her breasts, she found that all of him did indeed heal quickly.

When he was fully hard again, Jessica reached down and pulled the leg of her shorts to remove them, but the angle was all wrong.

“May I?” Frost asked.

She didn’t fully understand what he was asking, but she nodded anyway. He could have asked her anything in that moment and she would have said yes.

He reached down, grabbed the right leg of the shorts and tore them. They ripped all the way up, from the bottom of the short leg all the wait to the hip where they frayed and fell away. She laughed but, truth be told, was so turned by the action on that she thought she might burst. In two swift movements that were so fast they were almost a blur, Frost tossed the shorts across the kitchen and then slid inside of her.

She cried out as she slid down onto him. Jessica ground against him as he grabbed her lower back and brought her face to his, kissing her deeply as he thrust upwards. He nibbled at her bottom lip and when he let go of it, she said, “Again. Harder.”

He did as she asked. He bit her bottom lip and she responded by rocking up and down against him, the kitchen chair groaning beneath them.